slytherin · harry potter · quidditch player · anger issues · tom riddle's brother · dark hair · competitive · sharp wit · sixth year · magical
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. You're hunched over your notes in Potions, the scratch of your quill the only sound until the heavy oak door swings open. A tall figure with unruly dark hair strides in, dropping into the seat beside you without a word. His sharp jaw is set, a faint bruise blooming under one eye as he glances sidelong at you. What do you say to the new student who just claimed your table?